19
Damon
Her lips were sweeter than before. Maybe it was the wait. Two days of craving her. Wanting her. Needing her. Every obstacle placed in front of me.
She had no idea what it took to get to this moment.
I could devour her now. Taste her. Lick her. Coax those precious moans from her lips.
I reached for the pencil holding her hair atop her head and slowly slid it, dropping it to the floor. Her auburn waves cascaded to her shoulders. Her blue eyes followed my gaze.
Fuck. This woman killed me. It was like a curtain of innocence flowed around her.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my room. I kicked the door closed behind us. No one entered my bedroom without a direct summons. She was th
e only one who had that.
She reached forward, twisting my tie around her hand as she pulled it from my collar. I grinned wickedly. There were so many things I could do with that length of fabric. My cock hardened, picturing the silk wrapped against her wrists.
I hooked my thumbs on the band of her pants. The elastic stretched as I wrestled it over her hips and along her thighs. I had one mission. It was clear. I wanted her honey on my lips. I could lap her delicious pussy the rest of the night and be a happy man.
I pushed the hem of her shirt over her stomach. Molly, eagerly took it from me, raking it over her shoulders and off her head. Her tits bounced freely as she settled on my bed.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I blew a hot breath between her legs and she moaned. I touched her panties, groaning at how wet they were.
I didn’t know if her speech was to prove to herself that she still had willpower, or if it was for me to relinquish control. Maybe she wanted me to admit I wasn’t some cocky bastard. But I was. I was cocky as hell. Powerful. Demanding. None of those things were going to change. And certainly not in my bedroom.
I snapped the lace over her clit and she whimpered.
“This is what you really want, isn’t it?” I taunted, dragging a finger under the lace trim. I skimmed the hard bud of her clit, forcing her to buck into the contact.
She nodded.
“Then say it.” I grinned. “Say it was worth waiting for.”
She closed her eyes, pressing her lips together. I snapped her panties again, this time taking my finger to the other side, and pried her folds wide enough for a kiss. I pressed my lips to her, exposing the sugary syrup to my tongue. Fuck. She was delicious.
I was hard as steel.
“You shouldn’t have done it like that,” she whispered. “My research …” Her voice trailed off as I sank my tongue between her velvety lips and sucked against her clit. “… my laptop … my bag … at the library.”
I rose from between her legs, eyeing her. I had to suppress a groan. All I could think about was ripping the panties from her and fucking her with my tongue relentlessly. But I needed her to say it.
“It was worth every fucking minute you spent waiting here to have my tongue on your pussy, wasn’t it?” I ran my tongue to her entrance, shoving the panties out of my way.
“Oh shit.” She clutched the covers in her fists.
I looked up again.
Her skin was flushed. Her tits hardened in pointy peaks. She was a fucking goddess. I unzipped my dress pants, releasing my cock from the strain. With a few flicks, my buttons were off my shirt and it was on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
I climbed on top of her, sliding toward her breasts. I stroked one nipple, massaging it with my thumb.
“Oh God,” she mewed.
Her voice kindled a jerk from my cock. It beaded with dew. Her eyes settled on my crown with heady lust. She swirled her tongue over her lips.